After reading numerous books with personal stories of the first time in France. I have to admit, I came expecting, well hoping, to have some great story that would serve as the preface to my one day best-selling personal memoir.
Unfortunately after being in Paris for maybe 6 hours, it still doesn't feel like I've arrived. This is most likely due to the extreme jet lag as well as 24-hours of non-stop traveling. First bite of French food? Foie Gras of course. Call me a monster, sorry I couldn't help it. Needless to say the cold chunk of pate served with possibly toasted Wonder Bread, one might say I had it coming. The only way I could describe it to my brother when he seemed somewhat appalled at the plate before us was, "it's kind of like cold butter, but, like meaty." I do not think this helped.
Also, it's strange to see so many Chinese food places. We really are everywhere. Except when we get mistaken for Japanese people. My first "kunichiwa" happened today at customs by the border inspection dude...who was reviewing my US Passport...idiot.
Side Note: We sat next to a old British couple on our ride through the chunnel. They sounded like a Wallace and Gromit cartoon.
No comments:
Post a Comment